Chapter 431: The Person Who Loves Special Effects Slapped on Their Face

Ten li outside Peng Cheng.

Sima Changxiu wiped the blood from his slender fingers with a pristine handkerchief, then discarded the soiled cloth; with a wave of his hand, a group of people immediately arrived to handle the corpses, clean the battlefield, and repair the road.

Not long after, the blood vanished, and the road became clean and neat.

Sima Changxiu gazed toward Peng Cheng and spoke coldly: “These steppe barbarians should have been cleared out long ago.”

An eye for an eye! Just now he touched them, and they gritted their teeth but said nothing. Now they pinch him, and he can only grit his teeth and endure.

“Summer, I’ve wanted to get rid of Feng Xinghua for a long time, but I’ve never been able to act. Do you know why?” Zhang Peng’s face was filled with sorrow; perhaps the one who most wanted to kill Feng Xinghua was Zhang Peng himself.

When Lin Jun whispered this order to Ji Rong, he suddenly felt something was off… why was there an echo?

Deng Huoshan wore an expression of utter disbelief—this guy probably hadn’t expected his earthen wall to be shattered.

Because it was Chen Danqing’s doing. Chen Danqing secretly bought two houses—at 150,000 each—then deliberately sold them at a loss for 130,000 each, to test the market’s reaction by driving down prices.

What people truly mourned was saying goodbye to “Twilight City” and to the characters in the drama, but with Li Zhunyi’s clever twist on the concept, everyone relaxed, and smiles returned to their faces.

It was only this one glance that they noticed something strange—five pairs of wide eyes locked onto Li Luoke.

Yet faced with such a vast, utterly overrun Donkey Head Mountain, Yang Bin still felt powerless.

Qu Tian’s casual remark caused all the police officers to turn their heads toward him—but they said nothing.

He booked a standard room, and Zhao Tiezhu brought Duoduo inside; of course, Zhao Tiezhu had no intention of staying the night.

The Prince of Qi was utterly devoted to his princess consort—faithful and unwavering—his grand mansion didn’t even have a single concubine; think of that, it was truly enviable.

At the top of the central stone pillar on the altar, a crack was faintly visible; the surrounding area was in chaos, and not far away lay a deep pit churning with dust waves. Through the swirling clouds of dust, a black stone as thick as two men stood upright within the pit.

[Wrong… it’s behind me?] A Long lowered his head—unbeknownst to him, a slender sword now pressed against his throat.

“Father, I’m so happy you came to my birthday banquet!” Princess Shengqiong flung herself into the Emperor’s arms, gazing up at him with innocent delight.

Soon, the sound of the elevator doors opening came… followed by several men in police uniforms stepping out, walking toward the room they had just exited.

“The message from Song the translator says exactly this! Unless they sent it by mistake,” Cui Mintai said helplessly.

Yet he simply couldn’t pass—the barrier seemed to oppose him, firmly blocking him on this side.

When two lonely souls cling to each other, what else is there to express?

Indeed, Chu Xuhua fired nine arrows in unison, each one landing perfectly within the pot’s mouth, without the slightest deviation. The final arrow, as if to leave a little room, was carelessly thrown off-target. The Thirteenth Prince’s face grew paler by the moment; now, he looked utterly colorless, as if he’d seen a ghost.

And I, unluckily, happened to meet a shameless, invincible person. Worst of all—I couldn’t run. I had to face him.

Yang Guo’an’s face remained expressionless. He calmly sat behind his desk and stared intently at Wang Changlin, as if seeing him for the first time, studying him closely.

“Another serving of grilled lamb chops…” Yan Fei licked his lips and suddenly blurted this out. A black line instantly appeared on Crawviss’s forehead. “Wake him up!” the old mage’s voice was stern yet dignified.